It was a yucky Monday morning. Not only did Ma have to leave us with Dad and go to work but it rained too so we only got a tiny trot.
I reflected on the future.
Would there be storms ahead?
Will I make it to the White House now that the competition is more youthful.
Even in doggy years I’m still the youngest.
Maybe what’s most important is my ability to be responsible even for naughty nieces.
I’m real good at ball games too.
Blessing#2139-Pitching Position
Booming Banter 